This was actually very slow, but from the outside it looked very fast.
There was an opportune moment. Hannah needed to take the van back to the hire place in one hour. I have been minimising my stuff for quite some time, so it’s not yet in boxes but it’s small. We had the help of a tiny and stunningly strong fairy pixie lady.
We were super-efficient. I basically threw all my possessions off bookcases and coffee tables and shelves, and they carried the now-empty furniture into the van. When we got back to the house there was another bloke to help us clear the van at top speed. I swept out the van while Hannah squished and fed her son, and then she returned the van two minutes before the deadline.
How is that slow? I hear you ask.
I’m not 100% sure.
It was something about doing it very well in that exactly perfect moment. It was also the best time; if we hadn’t done it then, I have no idea when we’d next have a van. Because I’ve done everything so slowly and thoughtfully, I was perfectly situated to take advantage when circumstances were aligned just *so*.
I’m in bed. I don’t know how long I’ll be here for, but I think it’s going to be a couple of days. Things look a little strange with so much furniture moved out to the new house.
I think my next ideal plan is to get the bed out of the new room, and a bunch of the other furniture, and do lots of cleaning. Then put up a pole to hang clothes. Then I can probably move in…?
These posts must be so dull for you! Sorry. But, I am really enjoying moving house like a happy snail.
